Revenant A appears at 1:9Revenant A appears at 1:14Revenant B appears at 13:16Revenant C appears at 7:16

---Turn 5---My foot skidded through the dirt, lifting a small dust cloud to herald my misstep. The hulking monstrosity before me moved in and brought down its pus-dripping hand. I whirled my sword at its swollen arm as fast as I could, but I was already in an awkward position. Its claw cut right across my midriff. I didn’t enjoy pain, so I screamed ungracefully. Luckily my sword had somehow managed to connect with the thing’s collar. It buried in with a squish. I tugged it free and slopped off the revenant’s head. Behind it I spotted two more of its kind, coming my way.

Well, fuck.

I raised my stance as the two gray masses approached. They attacked without unison or method, even so four claws was a lot to watch out for. I evaded the first, swiftly countering with my blade. As my second stroke left a burning red gash through the creature, I realized my mistake. A claw drew into my back, how deep I could not tell. I rushed to spin around and defend myself, but the revenant I had ignored grabbed me from beneath the arms. The one I slashed returned the favor, leaving three bloody streaks through my chest. Steve briefly appeared in my vision, and I found myself desperately envious of his stacks of armor.

I shoved my sword backwards, impaling my captor. It yelled a curse which sounded something like the Lost Languages, but I couldn’t care. I yanked the sword sideways until the beast let me loose and hacked at it while stumbling away. I almost collapsed to the earth, but managed to push up with my left hand and continue retreating. I immediately started to search for my vulnerary, leaving Steve to cover me.

“I was hoping you wouldn’t need those.”

“Riekie?” The tiny blonde woman jerked at her veil. She stood near the inner wall entrance with concerned green eyes. Those eyes, coupled with her existence in that spot at this moment, bothered me to no end. “What are you doing? Get back in the Church.”

“Things aren’t going well aren’t they? The garrison should be here by now, shouldn’t they?”

Damn she was smart. Here I am bleeding, propped up against the bricks of the city I’m supposed to be protecting. And yes, the garrison is a bit late. There were probably pressing issues of ravenous monsters about the countryside to attend to. “That’s why I want you in the church saying good things to everyone, remember?”

“We should run. All of us.”

I looked at her, startled. “We’d get cut down.”

“Not everyone. Some will survive. No one will if we stay here.”

I let my neck muscles go, leaning my head on adobe brick. I shut my eyes. Making calls like this was my role I guess. I hated it, being responsible and stuff. I opened my eyes southward.

“This entire time there’s been a strange force thataways. I think if we take it out, they’ll stop spawning and then it’ll be safer to run.” I shut my eyes again. “But I’m not sure.”

---Turn 6---I open my eyes as a strange gut feeling takes hold of me. A send a glance towards Riekie, and then brandish my sword against an oncoming monster. "We hold," I say. "Get back to the church."